What do you want?

Did he find out about this?

The more highly shielding Mr. Mo's "cloak" is, the more penetrating the light transmitted by the eyes that serve as the window of his soul.

Obviously, they are separated by thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers, and there is a boundary between the virtual and the real in the middle, but at this moment, the audience in the virtual venue, most of them flashed similar thoughts in their hearts.

It's not about logic, it's just the feeling of the first time.

However, this feeling did not last long, and when the thoughts were disturbed, Mr. Mo's gaze remained unchanged, his body did not move, and the huge blood-colored demon behind him had already made the most definite action.

At this moment, the rotten-beaked ape rotated from static, with such a large amplitude and so fast that the huge body was like a fluid, and it was like a light wave that suddenly flowed down after breaking the barrier of the wall.

The filthy blood color largely obscured the brilliance of the light wave itself, but the elements contained in it became more and more complex, as if there was a violent chemical reaction between the blood light and the external substances.

The camera camera, which is dominated by Captain Jimmy's point of view, is instantly polluted by blood light, and the irregularly shaped halo marks obscure most of the details over there.

"I'm grass!"

In the virtual venue, several people blurted out the mantra.

The problem is that the poor effect of the live footage has not improved because of their swearing. On the contrary, the bloodstains, halos, and stains were still expanding unscrupulously, smearing and polluting their visible horizons, and by then they had almost lost their analytic meaning, and only the deformed blood stains were intertwined into distorted and changeable patterns, rapidly changing.

The live streaming problem continued to worsen, and there was no sign of improvement for a while.

"What the hell!"

At this moment, Ma Lun and the others on the side of the circular table were also a little unable to hold back.

President Abner was quick to decide: "It looks like the squad has been attacked." ”

As he spoke, his gaze turned to the Hundred Episodes Pope.

This was probably the only one of the participants with multiple perspectives. However, the latter was still bland, and when he looked closely, he looked a little distracted, and did not react to Abner's gaze at all.

Abner shook his head slightly, turned his face, and asked for the opinion of a key person who was only separated from him by Malen but had not spoken much:

"Chairman Mou, do you want to ensure the quality of the live broadcast?"

The so-called "Mou Dong" is probably the most casually dressed person in the scene, he sat behind the table, and could only see that his upper body was randomly covered with a red, red, green and green flower shirt, and a pair of toad mirrors hanging around his neck, as if he was in the pleasant scenery of the Sunshine Coast.

In fact, this Mou Dong is not only a senior transcendent, but also an independent director of the Quantum Company and the general contact person of the Deep Blue Project, and is almost the highest spokesperson of the Quantum Company in the world.

Unfortunately, however, he was now on vacation, on the Gold Coast, and was forced to come to a meeting, somewhat reluctantly, and yawning.

But at this time, his expression finally froze, and on his forehead, which was seriously wrinkled, the vertical wrinkles also stood up, and he looked very serious: "That's right, we, oh, are now the action team directly under the Apocalypse Laboratory, and we have been attacked." The nature of this matter is very serious......"

Mou Dong was still describing the incident, and someone had already said: "When will the live broadcast signal come back?" ”

Mou Dong just didn't hear it: "The problem now is the safety and security of the members of the task force......

Before the words fell, the messy broadcast screen suddenly cut out of the blood-colored scene, restoring the image of the Hancheng Ferry Terminal in the blue sky and daylight.

It's just that the perspective of live broadcast has changed significantly.

The angle that belonged to Captain Jimmy, facing Mr. Mo, was gone, more precisely, in the form of a picture-in-picture, shrunk into a small area in the upper right corner, and instead appeared on the main screen, the side view from the lake to the pier.

At this angle, you can only see Mr. Mo sitting on the back of his wheelchair on half of his shoulder, and the area of about 20 square meters in front of his side, which is constantly expanding, has lost its flesh and blood shape, and is more like a translucent lava magma bubble.

"Grass, what's that...... Rotten-billed ape? ”

The answer is right in front of you, and the audience doesn't dare to confirm it.

At this time, in the live broadcast scene, the internal communication radio waves from the action team in Hancheng were also transformed into rapid syllables and presented to the audience's ears:

"Captain, Captain......"

"Jimmy, he's devoured!"

"The formatted spatial architecture is broken...... Uh, a lot of weaker, try changing the spindle. ”

"The application was not approved!"

"The positioning of the dark blue platform disappears."

"Apocalypse Array...... Push, push! ”

It seems that there is some sensitive word, and the corresponding information is masked, and the information behind it is even more intermittent.

However, the vast majority of the audience present have rich combat experience, and even guessing and being able to figure out some situations.

It turned out that what Mr. Mo "wanted" was Captain Jimmy.

Hmm, a more technical term might be "a high-end combat machine directly under the Apocalypse Laboratory", or even the most cutting-edge seventh-generation movement?

Generally speaking, the foundation of Jimmy's action detachment is still a tightly controlled secret, but in the current virtual venue, it is the strongest people who gather at the highest peak in the world today.

There are still a considerable number of people who understand the critical points inside, and their eyes unconsciously turn to Mu Dong again. The latter also began to slap the table: "Bad nature, bad nature!" ”

If his expression could have been more restrained, perhaps more realistic.

Dr. Pan saw it: "Deep Blue and Apocalypse are in trouble because of the seventh-generation movement...... It wasn't a rumor. ”

Tian Bang is not very interested in this, he is more concerned about the details shown in the live broadcast screen.

At present, the operation team is obviously in an extremely embarrassing situation: the captain is directly swallowed, and the formatted space set up has fallen into the point where the dragons are leaderless, and it must be re-arranged......

But the next situation doesn't seem right.

As a top burner, Tian Bang quickly discovered the anomaly from the password of the action team, "Why can't you replace the main shaft...... Command authority should be handed over sequentially. ”

"I didn't pass the permission decision." Dr. Pan's attention quickly shifted from the level of gossip to the professional field, and he made a professional judgment, but he soon fell into confusion, "Why? Since it is directly under the apocalypse, most of them are seventh-generation movements, will there be a low-level BUG of this permission conversion? ”

"Why a bug? Obviously, there is another possibility. ”

Tian Bang stared at the blood-colored pulp bubble in the projection area, and said in a low voice: "Why can't it be Captain Jimmy, who is the commander, who has not completely lost his command ability and has not completely disconnected from the other members of the action team?" ”

"He's been swallowed! Looking at the appearance of the monster, he said that he couldn't even digest the exoskeleton of a person now. Hmm, could it be said that the Deep Blue Walker under the control of the seventh-generation movement has made a qualitative leap in its ability to survive and communicate in harsh environments...... That's why I said that these people shouldn't be called Deep Blue Walkers, and Apocalypse Walkers should be more precise. ”

Tian Bang nodded, and then shook his head again: "The problem is that we don't know the composition of the stomach space structure of the so-called 'rotten-mouthed ape', do we?" ”

Dr. Pan shrugged: "Think about its salivation, it's not a lava lake, it's a sulfuric acid pool. ”

Tian Bang hooked the corners of his mouth: "Maybe it's not a sulfuric acid pool or a lava lake, but a simple space bag...... At least at the moment, I don't recognize the resemblance to an ape or lava. ”

At this time, in the perspective of the live broadcast, the blood light bubble that devoured Captain Jimmy seemed to have passed the peak of Yunhua and began to shrink. But its structure, at least at the density level, does not conform to people's logical cognition, and naturally becomes denser, on the contrary, the blood light is getting thinner and thinner.

Many times, after a wave of waves, some areas even become a little transparent, like an illusory soap bubble, as if it can be blown away by just blowing it.

But the problem is that after the initial panic, the team has begun to "limited counterattack": all entities and energy ammunition are heading towards the blood-red pulp bubble.

"Attack, attack!"

At least five or more Deep Blue Walkers launched attacks from the lake, from the sky, and from the commanding heights in the distance. The firepower is intertwined into a web, and it converges in the weak spots where the pulp bubbles can be seen visually.

It seems that he wants to rescue his own captain.

As the initiator of everything, Mr. Mo was not affected in any way, and seemed to be directly judged as a "passerby".

This "passer-by" had no intention of interfering, only playing with the freshly picked "fruit" at his fingertips, and letting the amazing firepower of the dark blue walker pour into the increasingly "weak" blood light bubble.

The problem is that whether it is a metal warhead, a high-explosive gunpowder or an energy shock, and whether or not it is blessed with "format fire", after they are injected into the blood-red pulp bubble, they are all mud cows into the sea, silent.

Tian Bang said categorically: "This is by no means a flesh-and-blood structure model. ”

"This guy is highly energetic."

"And then?"

"It's easy to shape, it's a natural building material...... Dr. Pan is simply repeating Mr. Mo's previous description, and this is the only basis.

Tian Bang asked: "What are the highly malleable energy-based building materials used to build?" ”

Before the words fell, in the live broadcast screen, the blood-light pulp bubble really became a "soap bubble", which burst silently in a completely textureless form.

The whistling firepower net directly penetrated the wharf trail in the original coverage area, and by the way, it tore up seven or eight cars parked in the rear, and the sound of explosions was incessant, and the rubble splashed everywhere, forcing the nearby "veterans" and others to almost jump into the lake.

Lately loud and sound, but meaningless.

As the blood bubble disappeared, the rotten-billed ape disappeared, and the same disappeared, as did the heavily armed Captain Jimmy, the most top-level creature weighing three hundred kilograms and combining man and machine, disappear without a trace.

Yes, disappear.

Tian Bang felt that this expression was the most accurate.

He didn't experience any so-called "devouring" texture, he just felt that this was a magic show that happened in front of the world's top powerhouses.

Captain Jimmy himself is nothing, but the cutting-edge research results of the Apocalypse Laboratory he carried have erased all traces of existence in this way?

Tian Bang only felt that this was too absurd.

At this time, it was the flower-shirted Mou Dong who knocked the virtual circular stage loudly: "It's embarrassing, it's a great shame...... It's also a hairy live broadcast! ”

As if hearing his command, the live feed began to blur, and the signal was about to be interrupted. At this moment, in the position of one person separated from him, the table was also knocked:

"Go on!"

Abner's feminine voice was as sharp as a blade breaking through the air at this moment, and the sharp sound was piercing.

That is, a few milliseconds behind, at least three or five strongmen said in unison:

"Picture-in-picture!"